Sweet Disasters

<br>So things are not the same<br>Cut all loss and walk away<br>What was said is done<br>so independence comes<br>and there is none the like<br>No more lonely souls<br>under changing leaves<br>and no more weary wrecks<br>Seeking harmony<br>while waiting for their rest<br>So choice is always free<br>granted nothing is but sure<br>Death won`t set us free<br>Nor will misery<br>when we fear those worlds<br>We fear that we`ll erode<br>quickly with no control<br>I won`t lay sick and sorely<br>with my soul uneasy<br>The ground beneath me<br>is hollow, breaking up<br>and cracking to swallow me whole<br>When we get cut<br>it`s so good to know that<br>sweet disasters<br>are just as precious<br>We fall down<br>to kiss the ground<br>and live to love and lose<br>All is well if all fails<br>At least we`ll know the truth